(Harle/Shakespeare) Come away, come away, death And in sad Cyprus let me be laid Fie away, fie away, breath I am slain by a fair cruel maid My shroud of white stuck all with you O prepare it My part of death no one so true Did share it

Come away, come away, death

Not a flower, not a flower, sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn Not a friend, not a friend, greet My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown A thousand thousand sighs to say Lay me over Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there